She loved the way her name sounded in his deep, southern rasp. Asao’s voice was weighed with promises and that was a whole problem. Every word that left his mouth felt intimate while the low set of his eyes backed up what was circling in her mind and lingering between the two of them.
I want to fuck you…
I want to let you…
“You gonna give me what I came for?”
She blinked several times before managing to pull her thoughts together. The warmth of the tea soothed her throat and blazed her chest. She nodded a moment later and adjusted her position to straighten her spine before she granted him her voice.
She sang and Asao drank in every word. The cadence was melodic, making him feel as if Samari’s voice seeped into his skin, threatening to penetrate his heart. He wanted her so damn badly there wasn’t an ounce of restraint left, but he managed to let her sing without dragging her across the sofa into his lap. When she finished two songs, he nodded with a cocky smile easing onto his handsome face.
“Yeah I was right that first night in my Jeep.”
“Right about what?”
“You just gonna fuck my whole world up with that voice.”
When her eyes rolled and she brought the mug to her face to hide her smile, Asao chuckled. She was blushing and that shit was cute. “Can I smoke?”
“Yeah, you can.”
“You burning with me?”
“I can but I’m a lightweight,” she admitted.
The vibe in the studio was always women, liquor, and kush. Samari occasionally indulged because it helped her relax butafter a few pulls or shotguns her head would be swimming. With such a low tolerance, she always remained in her lane, never wanting any of the studio sessions at Cobra to turn into a headline or blog post. She never felt safe in that environment, which was the complete opposite of what she was currently experiencing. Asao’s presence left her feeling protected and at ease.
“I don’t smoke weak shit, so you might want to pass.” Asao reached for the backpack he’d arrived with and removed a blunt from the front zippered pocket along with a lighter. After the end blazed, he took in a long drag. Samari watched him like he was a national treasure. When his head tilted back, exposing his Adam’s apple while a cloud of smoke seeped through his lips, her pulse picked up. Asao’s gaze remained on her, intensifying the moment.
When his hand lifted, extending the blunt, she shook her head and smiled. “I can get high off you smoking.”
He chuckled and moved the blunt back to his lips, not responding until the smoke pushed through his lips after another deep drag. “I told you the shit was strong.”
“It’s not a contact high. It’s you.”
When her thoughts sounded louder than they should have, she realized she’d spoken them aloud. The sexy smile that eased onto his face was further confirmation. “Come here?”
Her left brow slowly crept up and Asao grinned. “You scared?”
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate and he laughed lightly.
“Man, come here. I’m chilling. You said you were gonna smoke with me.”
There was that smooth, deep cadence, doing terrible things to her will. Samari stared for a minute longer before she turned her body enough to place the half-empty mug on the end table.Her eyes slid over Asao before she climbed across the sofa where she ended up on his lap.
She squirmed a bit to get situated and immediately regretted the motion because it allowed a preview of what he was holding. The thick, long mass positioned beneath her was proof of what she’d assumed.
Asao had a big dick to match that big ego. Now that she was close, the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne was making her dizzy. When the hand holding securely to the blunt moved to his lips, the other found its way to her ass. The touch was just enough to let her know he was making contact but not enough to be intrusive. She could easily assume he wasn’t aware of where his hand landed.
When his lungs were full, she lost the warmth of his hand on her ass but seconds after his palm made contact with the back of her neck, followed by his fingers applying light pressure against her skin.
The first thing she noticed when the fog from the intimacy of his touch lightened was how large his hands were. His fingers reached the front of her neck. The second thing that registered was the weight of his stare seconds before her face was moving closer to his.
Without thought, she lifted her arms and allowed her fingers to dig into his shoulders to brace herself. Asao’s tall, lengthy frame was lean but solid. She felt the flex of his muscles beneath her palm and fingers but was immediately distracted when his mouth brushed hers.
The softness and warmth of his lips made her lean in closer, but when his tongue pushed into her mouth, she arched her back a little more than necessary, accepting the smoke that transferred from his mouth to hers.
Samari allowed his tongue to explore and scooted closer, needing more of him. They kissed, and for the first time inyears, she felt a connection to something other than lingering disappointment from no longer having access to the one thing she loved.
